It was not very long before he invited her to join him for an after dinner drink in his Captain’s night cabin when the other passengers had retired:...discretion and good standards had to be maintained of course! Two days after their first drink in his cabin,, he kissed her. At first it was gentle and respectful on her cheek accompanied by a ‘Good night Missus Williams.’ Within a couple of days, however, it was powerful and suggestive right on her mouth, as he said, ‘I have wanted to do that. ”
Sheila picked up the ringing phone.
“Kiowa County Sheriffʼs office...” There was a long pause. Her eyes widened.“Oh my god! Yes, weʼll have someone out there right away!” She met their expectant looks.“About four miles out on the road to the abandoned Silver Dagger Mine, Bill Dooley from over on Cantoo Creek was out hunting this morning and came across a dark blue Mustang. The driver is a dead teenage boy, shot twice in the head.”“Sounds like our missing couple. Anything on the girl?”“Bill. You bend down to kiss me as you grind your hips against my pussy. You fuck me harder as I'm screaming so loud I wake the wilderness around us.You hold me tight as you roll onto your back. I'm lifting my pussy up and down on your shaft. My pussy juices are making a mess on your balls, you don't seem to mind. I reach behind me to stroke your balls as I begin to grind on you. Your nicely trimmed fur feels so good on my clit. I grind harder to rub my wetness all over you. As I go to lift. On the mud of a battlefield, when your next blow may, if struck well, keep you alive for the few seconds you need to prepare to strike the next blow, swordsmanship is another thing entirely. In the dark, fetid alleyways of a Marseilles night, I know which type of swordsmanship prevails. Don Felipe, his fine, slim Toledo blade held in his outstretched left hand, edged toward me. The lunge, when it came, might have taken many opponents by surprise. I, who have stared into the eyes of men I had to.